Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.